Sixth time's the charm - Sex Stories

Sixth time's the charm

... in the right mood, really, well...” She nodded. “I finally decided a lot of it is just that you’re focusing on what’s unique about your lover. Distinctive. What sets them apart and makes them them . That’s a lot of it.” “But the rest of it is, well, I guess that’s what happens when you’re an American.” She laughed. “Exactly. It’s still kind of a sick place we live in. It sounds so different if I talk about your green eyes instead of your skin. Really, they should be the same, right? But they’re not.” “Of course not. Green eyes are much rarer and much more beautiful.” She laughed and swatted my arm, “Oh, you !” We spent the rest of the weekend making love, listening to music, and talking. The next two weeks were much the same. We would part late on Sunday and have phone sex on Tuesday to tide us over; then she would arrive Friday evening and we would ravish each other in a fever. The third Friday night we had sixty-nined for half an hour on the couch; she had swallowed me twice with a ravenous look as I brought her off four times. She pulled me into the bedroom and began our usual feverish spell-casting. As I thrust my white cock into her black cunt as she insisted, she whispered, “Say it. You’ve never said it before.” “Say what?” “You know, what I am. The word.” I stopped riding her and said, “No.” “It’s okay, I want to hear it.” “ No .” “Why not?” “It’s disgusting.” “It’s really hot.” “No it isn’t.” I had started going limp and her insistence made me very uncomfortable, so I ...

... pulled away and sat looking at her. She sat up and looked at my deflating erection and said, “Good.” “Good?” “You passed. If you’d said it our first time I’d have kicked you out. If you’d said it tonight, I’d...oh, I’d probably have split up. I needed to know.” “Know what?” “That our talk doesn’t turn you on for the wrong reason.” After a long pause I asked, “That was a nasty test. What do I win?” “My address and an all-expenses-paid vacation at my house next weekend.” She grinned, and I soon smiled back. “I hit the mother lode.” “No, you did that our first night.” We laughed and she pulled me down to her and took me back inside her, holding me as we worked on each other, and when she moaned and tightened around me fifteen minutes later I flooded into her with the greatest feeling of belonging I had yet felt in our time together. Two weeks later I arrived at her house late Friday night. Her porch light was on and she greeted me in a sheer nightgown that soon disappeared under the pile of my clothes. She pushed me down on her couch and took me deep into her mouth. She sucked gently on me as I gave myself over to her, and as I got close I said, “I’ve about to come, love. Take it all, love.” She looked at me with curious eyes as I spewed hard into her, and as she cradled my softening cock between her breasts she said, “That’s different.” I smiled, “In what way?” “Sounds like you have something very sweet to tell me.” “Sounds like you already know I told you.” “So do you?” “Yes, ...